Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. All right, uh…keep me posted?”
“We’ll see if I remember.” I ended the call and pulled into my driveway.
I wasn’t gonna think about this too much. The desire was there—and had been for a while. They’d tempted me enough. And I wasn’t getting Nate back. He had moved on with a new partner. Which wasn’t an option for me, but a guy could pretend.
It helped that James and Jordan were easy. They were married and committed to each other. I wouldn’t have to worry about shit getting complicated, because at the end of the day, I’d return to my house. I was their friend. I was James’s boss.
Zero complications.
I aimed for my house first, needing to check on Paws. I might bring him, actually. I didn’t want him to be alone that much when we were still new to each other.
I might as well take a shower too…
And heat his soup. At this hour, Panera’s finest came from a grocery store.
I sent Jordan a text.
Hey, kiddo. I just got home. I’m gonna take a shower, and then I’ll be there with Panera and a kitten. Sound good?
He replied as I headed into my bathroom.
YES! Thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you. I don’t wanna be alone tonight.
He wasn’t going to be alone.
It wouldn’t kill me to test the waters and get used to the idea of finally being a Daddy Dom.
I’d shake the guilt at some point, right?
I wasn’t with Nate anymore. I’d asked for second chances, and he had turned me down. He had, in a roundabout way, confirmed he didn’t love me.
I rang the doorbell and positioned Paws on my shoulder. He liked to sit there. And sometimes slide right down into the hood of my hoodie.
His blue eyes had already captured my heart.
His sharp little teeth, less so.
Jordan opened the door with a timid smile, which spoke volumes. He usually lit up like a Christmas tree. So he must really be having a shit day.
He was wearing one of his cute onesie PJs, this one with countless baby penguins on it.
Do you happen to have one with ducks, brat?
I’d find a good moment to interrogate him.
“Hi, Sir. Thank you for coming.” He opened the door wider and reached up to touch Paws. “He’s so precious. Maybe I gave him extra treats earlier.”
“I’m sure he deserved it. How’re you doin’? James told me about the job.”
He made a face and closed the door after me. “I didn’t really think I’d get it, but it still bummed me out. I think the main problem is that I’m not very happy with my current position. It’s too unpredictable, and I need stability.”
I wasn’t surprised to hear the last part. Most subs I encountered craved structure and stability to some degree.
“You didn’t bring a litter box.”
“Oh hell. I didn’t even think about—”
“No, no, no—it’s okay. I bought one.” He smiled up at me. “I’m hoping you’ll let me babysit a lot. I’m trying to convince James I should have a pet too. You know?”
I chuckled, finding him too fucking sweet. “Isn’t the whole thing about cats that they don’t need constant attention?”
“Pffft. I still think it’s better I check in on the little guy when you’re at work,” he insisted. “And maybe bring him over here for cuddles if he’s in that mood.”
Time would tell. So far, Paws was heavily into headbutts and biting toes. “You have work too, don’t you?”
I followed Jordan into the kitchen and set Paws down on the floor.
The whole house smelled of popcorn.
“Yeah, but you know my hours,” he said, opening the fridge.
Fair. He did work odd hours most of the time. Mornings, daytime, nights—it all depended on which gigs he booked.
Unlike Nate and me, James and Jordan loved things top modern. Their kitchen was cool, but not very homey in my eyes. They wanted stainless steel and state-of-the-art appliances. I wanted warmth and colors. They liked black and white, and their kitchen island gleamed in the spotlights. My oak top already had condensation rings.
“Should I reheat the food, Sir?” He filled a bowl with water for Paws.
“No need. I did that while I showered.” I side-eyed him as I brought the food to the counter. Was I always a Sir to him now? Even in his text, he’d addressed me as Sir. It was a new development, and I did not mind it one bit.
He came over with two sodas and sniffed at the soup. “It smells delicious.”
“There should be some fresh bread in the bag too.”
“Oh, yummy, yummy, yummy.” He grabbed utensils and a bowl for the soup. “Okay, let’s sit in the living room. That’s where I’ve set up camp.”
“After you.” I wanted to observe for a bit. Gauge what was regression and what was everyday Jordan. He’d been on the boyish side for as long as I’d known him, but James had a point. The kid’s filters were down.